The flowers are red and the tears are misty, and the long flowing water finally becomes empty.
Like a poppy, he devoted all his love to her, but what kind of conspiracy did he lead her into?
He was like a beautiful jade, and he had shed all the tears of her life, but how could she pay back?
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The entanglement of love and hate turned into the elegant moonlight, causing a hazy look.
Finally, I would like to advertise the newly opened pit and travel through fictional stories. Dear friends, please give me your advice.
Conception: